You claim you've got the answers to everything,
that you've been through this too.
Don't you see you've got it all wrong?
I am me and you are you;
we are completely different
and still you think I'm inside your shoes.
By all means, resent me,
pretend I don't exist.
We both know what you're really mad at,
and it certainly isn't me.
It doesn't matter if I change,
if I finally feel free,
'cause for you there's only one winner,
and for that you lost me.